Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sawyer
The apartment goes quiet a few seconds after Kayla’s bedroom door slams. I take another drink of water and lean back against the kitchen counter.
Her anger was predictable. Kayla doesn’t like losing arguments, especially ones she started.
I glance down the hallway where she disappeared.
She’ll cool off … sooner or later. Presumably come back out in an hour, pretending the entire conversation never happened.
Which would be fine because the argument is already over.
I set the bottle on the counter and open the fridge again, pulling out something easy for dinner.
Behind me, the apartment stays silent.
No footsteps or doors opening. No furious pacing, like the night before.
Which means she’s likely doing one of two things.
Either writing … or plotting revenge.
I smile slightly to myself. Both feel entirely consistent with her personality.
The truth is, Kayla has been easier to read than she thinks.
She’s stubborn and competitive. She is also completely incapable of ignoring a challenge.
Which is exactly why I know tonight isn’t the end of this conversation. She’ll come back out eventually, probably ready to argue again.
Maybe even ready to prove me wrong. The idea almost makes me look forward to it.
I carry my plate toward the living room and drop onto the couch.
The city glows beyond the glass wall of windows. It’s still quiet and calm … for about thirty seconds. Then I hear the bedroom door open.
My attention shifts down the hallway immediately.
Kayla appears a second later, marching toward me with purpose. Laptop tucked under her arm, her expression determined.
She doesn’t appear angry, which is new.
I set my fork down slowly. “Change your mind about dinner?”
She doesn’t answer. Just stops a few feet in front of the couch, watching me. Studying me, like she’s the one running the experiment now.
That gets my attention immediately.
I lean back slightly against the couch cushions.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
Her lips curve faintly. “You like experiments, right?”
Instinct immediately tells me this is going to become dangerous. Kayla suddenly looks very confident … and very dangerous.
“Depends on the experiment,” I say.
She sets the laptop down on the coffee table, then steps closer. Close enough that I can see the shift in her breathing and smell the faint scent of her shampoo.
Her eyes flick briefly to my hands … then back to my face.
“You’ve spent the last week trying to prove you understand how I work,” she says.
“That’s one way to describe it.”
She tilts her head slightly. “So, I figured I’d run a little experiment of my own.”
My attention sharpens. “Oh?”
Kayla takes another step forward until she’s standing directly in front of me, nearly in between my legs.
I stay seated on the couch, looking up at her now, which is an unfamiliar position.
“Careful,” I murmur. “You might not like the results.”
Her smile deepens slightly.
“That’s funny,” she says. “Because I was thinking the same thing.”
For a moment, neither of us moves. The silence stretches sharp between us.
Then Kayla shifts, slowly lowering herself down in front of the couch. The movement is deliberate, controlled.
Every instinct in me locks tight instantly. “Kayla …”
But she ignores the warning in my voice. Her eyes stay locked on mine as her hands move toward the front of my belt.
The confidence in her expression falters for just a second—a tiny flicker of hesitation, but it disappears almost immediately.
Replaced by determination.
“You wanted data,” she says quietly.
Her fingers pause at the buckle, and then she looks up at me again. “Let’s see what happens when the variables change.”
My jaw tightens. Suddenly, the experiment isn’t feeling nearly as controlled as it did five minutes ago, and Kayla looks entirely too pleased about that.
She unzips my pants, and my dick already stiffens with even the slightest possibility that this beauty before me might play with him.
I should say no and put a stop to this.
She really thinks she can flip this dynamic on me. She still thinks I’m going to let her take control here.
I’m always the one who holds the cards.
But instead of placing my hand on hers and stopping her, I find myself lifting my ass off the couch enough for her to yank on my pants and boxer briefs.
My cock springs free the second she pulls my briefs down, revealing its thick vein running down the center. A bit of pre-cum is already dripping out of my tip.
I can’t help it. At this point, she could probably make me hard with a single look.
That’s how I know this is a bad idea.
Her movement falters for a moment when she sees my dick standing tall. She tries to hide it and continues the descent, but I caught it.
The brief surprise on her face nearly destroys my self-control. Too bad she started this because now I fully intend to see this through.
I tilt my head slightly, watching her. “You wanted to change the variables,” I say quietly. “Go ahead, Kayla. Let’s see what you can do.”
She looks up at me, eyes flashing with determination.
I almost laugh.
If she thinks this experiment is about to get out of my control … she’s about to be very disappointed.
“You’re not the only one who knows how to run an experiment, Sawyer.”
Confidence radiates off her which would be adorable if it wasn’t turning me on so much. Her hand wraps around my cock, and my brain short-circuits. Her grip is tight as she gives it a tug.
More pre-cum drips out.
She just smiles at me. “Looks like you already like it, Mr. Maccini.”
Motherfucker.
Her talking to me like that is such a damn turn-on … and she knows it.
She raises herself higher on her knees and takes the tip of my cock in her mouth. The warmth instantly feels like heaven.
She licks and sucks my tip, giving it all the attention in the world. I can’t help but watch, completely transfixed. Her eyes hold mine, and the sight nearly wrecks what little control I have left.
Her tongue stays flat on my cock as she slides all the way down, taking me as far as she can before she gags. It’s the most any woman has ever been able to take, but she still is only about halfway down.
I thread my fingers through her long brown hair and lift it up to get it out of her face. Partly for her, but mostly because I don’t want anything blocking my view.
If this is her version of revenge, I’m completely willing to suffer through it.
She moves her mouth up to my tip again and moans when she tastes more cum.
“Fuck, Kayla,” I growl as I tighten my grip on her hair. “Do you like the taste of my cum?”
She looks up at me and smiles before popping off my dick. Then she pushes my legs further apart and scoots me to the edge of the couch.
“You want to know what else I want to taste?” she asks seductively, almost like she thinks she’s about to win something.
I look at her, slightly confused.
Then she pushes my dick to my stomach and wraps her mouth around one of my balls. She licks and sucks it, and my head drops back as a deep groan falls from my mouth.
Damn this woman.
She starts to pump my dick with her hand while she shows my other ball the same attention.
“You’re so fucking dirty, Kayla.”
She giggles to herself. “We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
I’m still reeling from what she’s doing. With my head back on the couch and my eyes closed, I don’t even notice she pulled her mouth off my balls and is only stroking my cock.
Her tongue drags somewhere entirely unexpected., and my head flies up, eyes open wide in shock.
“What the fuck are you doing, Kayla?” I shout.
She smiles while her tongue continues to work circles around my back entrance.
“You liked this part of my book so much that you choked on your food. I thought we’d do a little experiment …”
Her tongue presses deeper and a completely undignified sound leaves me.
“Dammit, Kayla.” I raise my voice.
But I don’t stop her … because, fuck, it feels good. Like … really fucking good.
She laughs as she strokes my dick and works her tongue with terrifying skill, all the while knowing if I really hated it, I would make her stop.
But I’m not.
Not only that, but I’m about to explode.
Right before I lose control completely—she pulls away and wraps those sweet lips back around my cock. She sucks hard and fast while making noises, like she’s never tasted anything sweeter.
I bring my hands back to her hair and enjoy the show.
“Ready for the last part of the experiment?” she says with a mouth full.
I can feel my eyebrows turn down as I try to figure out what the hell she is talking about.
Then I feel a finger hit back where her tongue was, and she pushes it inside of me while she sucks my cock.
The sound that leaves me barely sounds human.
She takes it all like it’s exactly what she’s been waiting for. When I’m done, she pops off me and sits back on her heels.
Kayla pushes herself up from the floor and slowly rises to her feet.
For a moment, she just stands there, catching her breath.
Then she looks down at me and smiles. It’s not sweet or shy, but smug, like she just won something.
She wipes the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, completely unbothered by what just happened.
My brain is still catching up, trying to process the fact that I was absolutely certain I was the one in control.
Kayla glances down at me again, one eyebrow lifting slightly.
“Well,” she says lightly, voice still a little breathless, “that was interesting data.”
Then she turns and just … walks away. No hesitation or even a second glance.
She grabs her laptop from the coffee table like she just finished answering an email and strolls down the hallway toward her bedroom.
I hear her door close a second later, leaving me sitting on the couch, completely wrecked.
For a few seconds, I just lean back against the cushions, dragging a hand down my face while my breathing slowly steadies.
What the hell just happened?
A laugh escapes me under my breath. Half disbelief, half something else entirely.
Because the truth is … that might have been the single most incredible thing that’s happened to me in a very long time.
My head falls back against the couch, but right behind the lingering euphoria is something far more dangerous.
I got played.
Kayla just walked into my living room, flipped the entire situation on its head … and left like she didn’t care about the aftermath.
My jaw tightens because I know that move. I’ve used it on other people for years.
Control the moment, walk away first, and leave them thinking about you.
Now she’s done it to me.
I sit forward slowly, elbows resting on my knees as I stare toward the hallway where she disappeared.
A slow smile spreads across my face because if Kayla thinks she just ended the experiment …
She’s very, very wrong.
If anything, she just made it a lot more interesting.